The Breaking Of A Fang
#1 of The Fang Trilogy
The Breaking Of A Fang (as told by himself) by Nightcatcher Blackwolf ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The mission was a simple one. I was supposed to make a brief foray into the neighboring Shadow Lord pack's territory. A simple recon mission. I never did figure out why the elder sent me. Maybe he knew what was to come. I was a young Garou, newly awakened to my powers. My luck in the life I was dealt by the Weaver was good. I soon was told about my bloodline, my heritage that ran down through the ranks of the great Silver Fang tribe. I was a werewolf of the highest blood. Not bad for a kid who was working part time at a local grocery mart rattling off 'Do you need help with that?', 'Thank you, have a nice day!' and other meaningless clichés. Of course, the true meaning of what they were saying was lost on me. Silver Fangs, the Wyrm, an insane spider spinning reality and the earth as a living goddess. It made my head spin at first. Ah, how I wish I'd paid more attention. Maybe... ah, never mind. They told me of my birthplace in the tribe, and of how wonderful my new life would be. I wasn't real happy. My old life had been pretty good, shitty job or not. I had good looks, I had decent grades, I was gonna go to college.... I wasn't sniffin' wolf butts in a forest. Ugh. But I wasn't to get away with not caring. Oh, no no no. These people were persistent. Drilled a lot of stuff into my head. And somehow, after a little while, something clicked. It all started to make a lot of sense, in a weird, twisted, impossible to believe it's not a dream way. So I joined the pack. A year passed; I was told that I was a Philodox by birth as well, because of the moon phase I was born under... a seeker of balance. Yeah, that's me all right. Balance everything on the middle finger of one hand while I flip it off with the other. Ah-hem. So I began to hunt with the tribe (and was -THAT- ever a trip. Love to hunt.), and learn survival skills... It was amazing, how many things claws can be used for. I also learned that werewolves are... very flexible... and able to lick certain parts of their body that humans might find... inaccessible. Hey, I was a teenager, you know I had to try. I bet you do it too. I was subject to more than a few suggestive looks by some of the younger bitches (I love that. They don't even take offense!). My silver fur accents my rather large frame in a lot of very nice places... and I'm fairly well endowed as well. So, as I was saying, a year passed. It was time for my Rite of Passage. I've heard that it's supposed to happen much sooner, and I was quite anxious for it to happen so I could get it over with. Not a doubt in my mind I would succeed at whatever it was, because there's -always- a way. Of course, the elder surprised me. I expected him to give me something based on my natural tendencies towards balance. Perhaps a case to be presented, something similar. No such luck. The elder's gaze fell on me, and he set forth my mission thusly: "You are to go deep into the northern forests. The Shadow Lord pack there has been suspiciously quiet recently, and we fear there is to be a mass attack on our own people. Were they to come, there is little doubt they could easily take us, unless we were forewarned. You are to scout as far into their territory as possible. Spy on them. But whatever you do, -don't- -get- -caught-. The Shadow Lords are very, very cruel creatures. They will not take kindly to being watched." My jaw hit the floor. Spy on them? So many questions whirled through my head. 'Why me?' 'Spy on them? I thought we were supposed to be the honest ones?' But his gaze met mine, and I saw a brief flash of pity in his eyes. I would get no answer, nor a reprieve. The spirits had spoken. So I quickly made my way to my tent to prepare. I doubted I would be gone more than a couple of days... I'd hunted recently enough that I didn't need to eat again soon... Not that I wouldn't slip in a bit of chocolate. They keep saying it's bad for me, but... damn it's good. And so, with a simple dagger, a bar of chocolate, and the clothes on my back, I set out towards enemy territory. Several hours later, I crossed the border. The forest grew darker here, almost as if the corruption of the Shadow Lords had thickened the air with an opaque blanket of haze... But I pressed onward. I had no real choice; I couldn't go back. I was later to find out that that mist -was- actually of the pack's creation, and that it had a specific property: To alert the pack to intruders. When I entered their territory, I sealed my fate. I walked forward through the mist, all senses on high alert... and suddenly I realized that I wasn't in the forest. The fog was so thick here that I couldn't see three feet in front of me, and when I turned, I couldn't see back, either. I'd become completely and totally lost. There were no sounds, no bubbling water, no chirping insects. Complete silence, complete loss of sight... I stopped, coming to a halt... straining for anything to get my bearings. And then I caught a scent... a very familiar scent. The scent of another wolf... male... and powerful. Then it was gone. I was trembling. There was another wolf here... and I couldn't shake the feeling that he knew I was there as well... and that he had absolutely no trouble knowing where I was. Maybe it was my quick, panicked breaths, or maybe the scent of fear. Either way, I was screwed. A whisper found it's way to my ears, the voice a quiet, dark baritone. "Well, well.... I do think we have a trespasser." A shiver went up my spine. The elder's voice echoed in my ears. "But whatever you do, -don't- -get- -caught-... The Shadow Lords are cruel creatures..." The blow came from behind, an openhanded smack on the back of my head. It didn't particularly hurt, but I was familiar with the meaning of the gesture. I growled under my breath. "Coward. Can't fight face to face?" He laughed, the sound echoing... and the fog drew back, rolling backwards as if in a rewinding video tape. I could see the entirety of the clearing, perhaps 20 feet... and I could barely see the outline of my opponent. He was completely black-furred, and his eyes were an incredible violet color... and fastened on me. I settled back into a fighting stance. Or what I thought was one at the time. I had never paid much attention to learning how to fight, preferring to smartmouth my way out of bad situations. Now that I had to fight for my life, I find myself reflecting on precisely what kind of idiots pacifists are to think they can get away from this life unscarred... The fight started and ended very quickly. I threw a punch, he grabbed my arm, twisted it, brought it up behind my back and yanked. My shoulder wrenched from its socket, and the scream I let loose I'd swear could be heard three planets away. "Well, well... not used to pain? Ah... practice makes perfect, they say..." He kicked me in the back of the knee, forcing me forward, one hand on my limp wrist, the other on the scruff of my neck, holding me completely helpless. He proceeded to push me onto the ground the rest of the way, pulling my arm up behind me... He stepped on my back, pulled on it slightly, and then lurched forward. It snapped back into the socket, causing another wave of searing pain to rip up through my lungs and out my throat. "Oh, shut up already. You'd think I'd actually ripped it off." He paused a second. "I could do that, you know." I shook my head as much as I could, though my snout was rather against the dirt and I dare say I didn't move that much. "No? Aww, fine... but I do think I'll have some more fun with you, little trespasser.... " I heard a series of clicks, and then felt handcuffs lock around my wrist. I quickly shoved my other one under me, not wishing to give up control... Not that I had it anyways. He brought his foot up, then brought his heel down hard on my shoulder blade. I yelped, then quickly brought out my other hand. I knew I couldn't win this one. The other cuff clicked shut, the sound ringing with finality in my ears. He pulled me upwards painfully, until I was kneeling again. Moving around to the front of me, he turned, showing me his half-erect reddish cock, precum glistening at the tip. He grabbed me by the scruff of the neck. "No biting. I'd hate to have to make your life hell." And with that, he guided my muzzle towards his thick member. Now mind you, I was always ok with guys... thought I might be a little bisexual myself. Being a complete virgin, I'd no clue, really. But I knew I didn't want to have my first time like this. I struggled. He dug his claws into my neck. I stopped struggling. The wet tip hit my nose, a drop of precum clinging as he pushed it downwards a little, into my muzzle. Well, that was his mistake. I wasn't having any of it. I bit down. He let loose a howl, and brought his free hand across my nose, claws out. I yelped, and he pulled his cock from my mouth. He reached down and grabbed it, closing his eyes.... and when he removed his hand, the puncture was gone. He looked to me. "OK.... You want it hard. You've got balls. For now, at least." He went behind me, grabbing the cuffs by the chains, and dragged me to the edge of the clearing. A backpack lay there, and from within it, he pulled a large black... thing. After a second of looking, I realized it was a full head mask. He grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and rammed the thing onto my muzzle as I opened my mouth to yelp. My jaws clamped down around a small tube in the front as he quickly moved around behind me, drawing the mask tight and, from the sound of it, attaching locks to it. My sight was now limited to two small holes, and my ears were covered. I lost all sense of balance as my hearing virtually went to nothing. I couldn't see him, as he went to his bag again.... but I heard the ever so lightest clink of metal, and felt a shackle close around one ankle... then the other... finally he lifted me up, standing me on my feet. I could barely keep standing. He went back to his bag, and I managed to turn a little to watch...He fished out a thick tube with a funnel on the end, and something else black. He came up in front of me, and held up a key. He yelled, so I could hear. "See this?" He turned, and threw it, hard. It flew out of the clearing, into the mist. I whimpered, but he paid no attention. He pushed the black thing, some sort of plate, against my eyes, cutting off my vision. I felt the pressure change within the mask, and realized the plate was somehow sealed to it now. Then my mouth got jarred a little, and the air tasted somewhat strange, salty and bitter... I assumed he attached the funnel to my mask. Then I felt his paw on my belly, moving southward to my sheath... I trembled a little, and made a muffled mrf sound. He let go, but a second later, I felt a cold feeling around my balls... then a moment of extreme pain as they were squeezed through a ball ring one by one... he let the ring fall, the weight tugging sharply on my furred sac, which elicited a high pitched yelp from me. He went back to fondling my sheath, and I didn't object this time. After a few moments of manipulation, I felt myself start to rise, hardening unwillingly. I heard a loud laugh... "Like that, eh? How about this?" I felt another cold ring, this time sliding down my cock. A shiver wracked me as it passed over the sensitive portion of my shaft that would inflate to a knot when I was close to orgasm. He pushed it down as far as it would go, the tightness preventing it from coming back up without help... my wolfmeat throbbed, enlarging even more, now painfully hard... He suddenly grabbed my handcuffs. I didn't even hear him move to behind me. He slowly began walking, making me walk extremely quickly in short steps to follow... After a length of time... how long, I can't say, there was no way of telling... we stopped. He moved behind me, turned me around, and walked me forward a few steps. "Time to swim!" And with that, he pushed me forward further. I felt resistance walking, and my feet started to get cold. He was pushing me into a river! I started to panic, but then realized that this must be what the funnel was for. I could breathe underwater. I'd be fine. Then my shaft touched it. I actually screeched and jumped backwards, my cock throbbing. The Shadow Lord chuckled, and pushed me forward roughly, making me fall to my knees, my hard length suddenly plunged in. I hunched over, trying to keep the cold water from it to no avail. It was almost, but not quite painful at first... but as time passed, I slowly got used to it... He forced me further in, all the way... shoving noseplugs in just before my head went under. I breathed calmly through the hose.... under control now.... or so I thought. He tapped my head, then pulled me up. He yelled in my covered ear, "Might want to hold your breath when you go under!" And then shoved me back down. I drew in a quick breath, expecting him to yank the tube out. Instead, as soon as I breathed in, a rush of liquid filled my mouth. Bitter and salty, the piss almost made me puke....but I managed to keep my stomach down. Then I realized I had a problem. My mouth was filling with the bastard's piss, and I couldn't get it out! My mouth was held tightly around the tube, and more and more was flooding in that way. I finally capped it with my tongue, blowing the piss in my mouth back into it first. I waited, until I felt the vibrations of his piss hitting the funnel stop.... I gathered myself, and was just about to blow when it vibrated just a little more... I tried to blow, but I couldn't. He'd capped the upper end. I had no choice. Either I swallowed or died. The salty taste flooded my mouth again. He must have been prepared for this; there was a LOT there. I just kept swallowing. A few seconds after I finished, trying not to puke, he pulled the cap off the end. A little more of the disgusting fluid dripped into my muzzle, unprepared for. I gagged, but once again controlled myself before I puked. I knew he'd make me swallow it again if I did. He pulled me up from under the water, and began to pull me out of the river, every motion shaking more drops from the sides of the tube into my mouth... He said, loudly. "That wasn't quite enough to teach you a lesson, I think... Ah... I know just the thing." He led me off. I had no idea what direction we were going, or how far we had come. I was completely lost. After a while, he stopped. He pushed me slowly forward, and I felt my foot touch something. I lifted it up and stepped on a stair of some sort. He led me up six of them, the steepness cluing me in... a ladder. He reached behind me, and I heard a click; one of my handcuffs came undone. I quickly tried to move, but he grabbed my wrists. "Ah-ah. Bad pup." He yanked my arms roughly above my head... The cuffs closed around my free wrist again, but it was attached to something, keeping them above my head. Then he kicked the ladder out from under me. I fell, all my weight on my arms. Luckily I was fairly fit; I was fine hanging there. Then I felt the shackle around one ankle released, then almost instantly replaced. The other ankle's chain vibrated. Then I heard him say. "Just wait here a few minutes... I'll be right back." I felt him spray something on my back... and then the chains on my legs jerked, first one, then the other... a lot of weight suddenly hanging from them, my muscles held tense. I whimpered, my mouth still tasting of his urine. A while passed. No sounds came for a while. I was just dozing off in a painfilled haze when I heard a loud crack. Then another. And then I felt a huge, cold, wet nose probe at my wet butt. It sniffled, and then licked at my tailhole, making me shiver a little. It was removed... and then a great furry body pressed up against me from behind. It couldn't be the wolf, it was much too large... A warm, slick thickness poked around my butt for a moment, trying to find my tailhole... then, pressing up against it, pushing lightly... then, furry arms wrapping around my body and yanking, my tightened hole ripping inwards as a monstrous dick shoved brutally into me... the roar in my ears making me realize my position, a howl working it's way though the tube. He had sprayed me with the scent of a female bear in heat. In the vicinity of a male's den. The huge male pulled almost completely out, then shoved back in, his gigantic member rubbing against my insides, his precum lubricating, but only barely, the friction still hellishly painful with my tailhole being held tight and tense by the weight... it felt like he was lighting a fire in there... stroking in, and out, raping me with no concern for my pain. He kept going at it, longer than I would have thought possible... but he eventually picked up the pace a bit more, then slammed in all the way, going well past my second sphincter, his huge balls throbbing against my rump as they emptied their huge load into me in thick ropes, slamming against my prostate, my still-hard dick throbbing... The bear held himself in me, and after a few moments, the long, thick shots stopped.... and then a steady, hard stream started... I felt the change, and knew I was being used as a toilet again, from the opposite side...Then a slow, torturous, single lick from the base of my cock, where my knot had swelled, to the tip... Not the bear, he was still behind me. The wolf had come back. After a few minutes, the bear pulled out... Before my ass had a chance to expel its load, another length pressed in. Not as thick, but long... and as it reached the base, it had a knot. It shoved in fast and hard, much too hard for it to have been attached to something alive. I heard the bear crunch his way out of the clearing heavily as the dildo's knot started to inflate, locking it in my tail. The wolf's voice, thick with amusement, came to me. "Big guy there needs to get off every once in a while. Never did catch me. Ah, well." I felt something on my knot, clamping down... Before I could make a noise, a sharp electrical shock ripped through the sensitive flesh. I screeched. Another one came, this time from the dildo in my ass, right against my prostate. I tried to struggle, but I was still held taut. He shocked me several more times, laughing as I whimpered... but then he stopped. I felt the clamp on my knot release... and then a tube sliding down my length. Slowly, ever so carefully keeping me from orgasm. Once it was on all the way, I felt a click, and the cockring suddenly disappeared, letting my cock have a sudden rush... it slowly begin to fall limp, but stayed in the tube. At first, I didn't know what he was doing, but then suddenly I realized... I had to piss. I didn't know what he planned, but... I had to heed nature's call. I let rip. For a few moments, nothing happened.. but then I felt a light suction on my shaft, pulling the liquid out... and then another flood into my muzzle, even more bitter. At this point, I just started gulping down my own piss. I had to. He came over next to me, and said "Tastes good, doesn't it?" I shook my head as much as I could, and he laughed, and said "Get used to it, it's your main source of water from now on." I winced, though he couldn't see it. I felt the tube come off my length, and the cockring went on again. The shackles came off of my legs, and I was lowered to the ground. My arms were detached from the thing holding them up, whatever it was. The wolf grabbed me, and began yanking me again. I followed. Once again, we walked a ways, me in complete and total darkness and silence. Finally we stopped. "Last station, everybody... get off." And with that, he took the plate off of my eyes... and I saw, with growing panic, that I was in the midst of a new clearing... filled with other wolves, all of them leering at me. The original black wolf kicked my knees out from under me. Leaning over, he undid the mask from around my head, taking it off. Turning to me, he pulled on his sheath a couple of times, his red cock slipping out. He aimed it at me, and let loose with another yellow stream, splashing all over my face, marking me with his scent. "He's mine now. His new name will be... mm... ah, he doesn't need a name. 'Slave' will do." He looks around at all the other wolves. "But I'm not selfish... Tonight, he's free for all." I closed my eyes, tears welling up. Three wolves came up immediately. I was forced onto all fours. One got behind me, lined himself up, and took my tailhole, ripping into it as brutally as the bear; another came to my front, and jammed his cock in my muzzle. I didn't dare bite again. The third one came up to my mouth, while it was open for the other's cock, and let loose his bladder's contents on me as well. And so the night went. As soon as one wolf tired, another would take his place. Sometimes they'd shoot in my tailhole or mouth, other times they'd paw themselves off into my fur. At least half of them marked me with their piss. And I gave up. I let go... and suddenly realized I was still hard. And then I realized something else. I would still be hard, even if the cockring wasn't there. I was enjoying this. Being raped, totally taken control of, having no choice.... It was turning me on. Slowly, I began to realize what a dick I'd been. A total, egotistical, self-centered ass to everyone. Taking everything for granted. Now I was being used as a toilet and a sex slave... and liking it. I turned my head at one point to the wolf who brought me in, obviously the alpha. He looked back into my eyes, and both his eyebrows went up... then his lips curved into a grin. He turned to the others. "OK... party's over. I'm going to take him home, get his cage set up." The word 'cage' sent a shiver up my spine, and a jolt of pre right out of my pissslit. The other wolves backed off immediately, not a word of protest from them. The alpha once again picked me up by the handcuffs, and led me off to a tent. Going in, I saw all manners of sex tools piled on the floor... and a cage in the corner, apparently used before. He took me over to it, lifting the top in two halves, and paused a moment. He unfastened my handcuffs for a sec, then quickly swung them behind me and latched them again.. "Sit in the center." I scuttled to the center quickly, and he brought the top down around my head, locking it outside the cage while the rest of me was inside, stiffness and all, unable to reach to relieve myself, or to bend over and suck on it. He sat on the corner of the cage I was facing, his huge wolfpole bobbing in front of my eyes...I darted my tongue out to lick it, and was rewarded with a small spurt and a light shiver. He looked down at me and grinned. "Well, well. You like it that much, do you?" Without even thinking about it, I quickly replied, "Yes, sir." His eyebrows went up again, and he chuckled, grabbing the scruff of my neck. "Good. Because you're going to get it. All of it. And remember... biting is dangerous." And he jammed his fingers into the sides of my muzzle, as so many of the wolves at the pack orgy did, forcing my mouth open and down around his cock... He started to hump slowly while I tongued the underside of the length. It didn't take long. He was already very worked up... And as he was approaching orgasm, he pulled his cock out and spurted, all over my face. He reached over, and rubbed it into my fur, all over my face. "Messy, boy. Would you like a shower?" Once again, I replied quickly. "Yes, sir, I would." He smirked. "Then here's your shower." He stood, turned to me, and let loose again. How he had so much piss, I don't know. The stream hit me square in the snout, moving upwards... dripping down my body while I sat, unable to do anything. He finally stopped, kneeling down and looking in. "You've got a nice pole boy... Maybe, maybe someday I'll let you show me what it feels like. Tonight, however... " He walked over to a corner, and dragged out a small grey box, with a hose leading from it to a cock-shaped tube. He attached it through the bars to my stiff pole, and flipped a switch. I felt it start to suck slowly, agonizingly slowly... I tried to thrust, but the tube stayed perfectly in place. He hit the switch again, and it started to suck harder. He turned to me, grabbing a muzzle from the floor and putting it on me quickly. "You get to deal with that all night. It'll collect your seed, and that's your breakfast. Along with mine, and perhaps something else. Sleep well, slave." He turned, and left the tent, leaving me with the machine... It didn't take long until I orgasmed, the explosive force of it wracking my whole body.... but the machine didn't stop. My orgasm merely lubricated the tube, making it feel even slicker, rubbing more freely on my now hypersensitive flesh. I whimpered, loudly, the cockring keeping me hard.... All night... I wondered what tomorrow had in store for me... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I like this kinda stuff! Anyways, comments, as always, go to [email protected] ;)